Helena. You know, Harry.
Domin. Yes, because he’s in love with you—like all of them. (Fabry up to window. Pause. Domin takes her in his arms.)
Hallemeier. Good God, they’re sprouting up out of the earth. Why, perhaps these very walls will change into Robots.
Busman. (Rises; crosses to Gall) Gall, when did you actually start these tricks of yours?
Dr. Gall. Three years ago.
Busman. Aha. And on how many Robots altogether did you carry out your improvements? (Walking to and fro.)
Dr. Gall. A few hundred of them.
Busman. Ah! That means for every million of the good old Robots there’s only one of Gall’s improved pattern. (Back to table L.C.)
Domin. What of it? (Crossing around L., he stands upstage in the L.2 doorway.)